Here cometh lady winter
with her shimmering veil of frost;
her bodice made of shining ice,
her skirt, the ****** snow.
Her skin is ever radiant,
her breath is cool and crisp.
And with her comes the silence
as the world prepares for rest.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
Here cometh lady winter
with her shimmering veil of frost;
her bodice made of shining ice,
her skirt, the ****** snow.
Her skin is ever radiant,
her breath is cool and crisp.
And with her comes the silence
as the world prepares for rest.
Written by Emilia Vogt on November 4th 2011